Novel & Cerita Arno Dorian

I didn't register who it was for my eyes remained on the crown. It moved quickly, darting about inside the box, begging to be let out. I could hear its cry. It was calling out. I could hear it say my name. Evanara Danae Ravdylon. Evanara Danae Ravdylon. Evanara Danae Ravdylon.

She licked the blood and nibbled on it, trying to tease me. I can smell Ari's scent from her, so I suddenly lost my cool as if I were being controlled against my will. I kissed her back, and I couldn't retaliate nor stop myself. It's Ari's lips and scent, but it's not her at the same time. "Ari, wake up!" Dillon cried as he saw her being intimate with me. Orson woke up confused due to the commotion as he placed Gurion on the blanket, being careful not to wake him up while trying to sneak in behind the female in front of me.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

He takes my hand and places a kiss on it. “Hey, Dario.” He smiles sincerely and gazes out into the lush green grounds, then looks back at me. He has a roguish dimple on his cheek, which adds to his allure. “Listen, Dario. There’s something I want to tell you.” I whisper awkwardly. Dario cocks his head to the side with a puzzled expression. “What is it, Anjo?” Angel My hair flails around me as the wind picks up. Brushing tendrils away from my eyes, I cross my arms in front of my chest and clear my dry throat. “You remember the guy I told you about? Argent?”

"Kill him and bring me the girl." Dorian lunged at me with renewed rage. This time, I wasn't fast enough. His fist connected with my jaw, sending me falling. Before I could rise, he was on me, claws extended for the finishing blow. "Dorian, no!" Amara's voice rang out. He froze, just inches from my throat. The Ancient One hissed in anger. "Finish him!" Amara stood, golden light still flowing from her hands. Orion lay behind her, his chest rising and falling slowly.

I turn around ready to look for another escape route, only to see the driver slinking out from the forestry, a crazed smile playing on his lips. “This can’t be possible,” I whisper. He shrugs. “You’re a smart cookie aren’t you with that little trick of yours? But unfortunately,” he snaps his fingers, and this ignites a flame into the palm of his hand. The combustion dances to the rapid beat of my heart, while the smoke that leaves it is dark and misty, almost sickly as it soars into the sky. “I should probably introduce myself don’t you think? I’m Dorian, and I’m no ordinary werewolf,” his head tilts maliciously, watching me with trained eyes. “I really don’t want to do this Tanya… I hate th

He averted his gaze from Luana and slowly looked at the man outside. Dorian, dressed in a gray suit, was impeccably neat. His handsome face and aristocratic demeanor made him look distinguished and aloof. Cline didn't care about Dorian's appearance, but he was annoyed that Dorian had called her Dorothy, not Luana. Cline swiftly fastened Luana's seatbelt and started the car, speeding out of the parking lot without another word. Dorian watched the Bugatti speed away, a look of frustration crossing his face. He muttered that he should never have returned to the country and hurried back to his own car, chasing after them at full speed.

<< >> Dorian had taken the stairs two at a time, straightening his jacket as he reached the bottom, and pulled in a breath of clean morning air as he crossed into the living room. He was heading for the dining room when the front door opened behind him. He turned. Ronan was in the doorway and that was the most charitable way to describe what was happening. He wasn’t walking so much as he was a man being operated by a much smaller, significantly more exhausted man inside him. His jacket was wrinkled. His eyes were somewhere else entirely.

Something was amiss, and I couldn't rest until I knew what it was. From my vantage point, I spotted Dorian and Gustavo making their way through the crowd. Dorian, clad in a majestic robe that exude power and authority, commanded attention wherever he went. His strong, chiseled features were accentuated by the dim light, making him appear irresistibly alluring. I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through me as my eyes lingered on him for a moment. As I turned to share my thoughts with Ben, his words echoed my sentiments. "Damn! He's so sexy," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and playful envy. We both shared a lighthearted moment, appreciating the captivat